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POEM STARTER
'Held, beheld, beloved.'
Write a poem that concludes with this line.
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Here is a book. Talk to it. Tell it the secret your sister made you swear you’d keep. Tell it about the line for coffee at the cafe this morning.
When he lies, shake your head. When he’s kind, bat your eyes. Laugh at the jokes, even when they’re not funny.
It’s okay that you got it wrong. Try again. You are not a failure. Don’t you ever let them think that.
You will grow with time and care. Trea...
Held, beheld, beloved, betrothed
Secrets in the words untold.
Lay in wait I beg you please,
There are stories among the trees.
I wish to hold you, touch and smell,
Is it love, or a desire to rebel.
The thought of you is better than
An actual fruition of the man,
The woman or person I pursue
It is never what is true....
I am sick again,
No sight, no end,
My eyes are dim
It’s over and I’m tired,
Some rest I do seek,
A place for me to sleep
The world is turning
I can see everything
No peace, no dreams
I’m going to die soon,
It’s something I plan to do,
Let my heart tell the truth
I am in search of
I am trying to
I am doing
So lose no sleep
Do not grieve
Forget me, please
I am saying goodbye,
I am closing ...
Your eyes,
like verdant fields
gently swaying
to the rhythm,
the oaks whispering
another chorus,
lifting their voices
to a cloudless sky.
To behold them is
to be beheld by
the embrace of forest
- teeming with the life of
the warm sunlight
flowing through
the birdsong,
tickling the leaves.
To have loved them,
To have been seen,
To have cherished,
I have been cherished,
undeserved...
I struggle like everyone
I try to relax
But I’ve built up a list
Of all the facts
The things that make me mad
The terrors of the world
At least for me
An insecure girl
When the dress won’t fit and you have to size up.
When the girls make fun of the guy you love.
When your sick of bloating like an air balloon.
When he says good bye without a “see you soon”.
I just want to be held, beheld, belov...
You aren’t here
On the bus
Rehearsal taking up time
You didn’t see what happened
When his knuckles touched mine
I never meant to do it
An instinct you could say
While I was already having
A really terrible day
You’re not here to comfort me
While I wince in my pain
You’re not here to make me smile
While my life goes down the drain
When I see you
My world lights up
You’re like a break from life
Wh...
Held, beheld, beloved
Squishy soft and warm in my fingers
Browsing the shelves
With my hands and my eyes
Until I find the perfect skein
Beheld, beloved, held
Hours, days, weeks
I carry my knitting with me always
Stealing curls of time with my needles
Beloved held beheld
Picot edges frame your face
Your small arms reach out
In woolly sleeves to me
Emptying drawers in an
Empty house
Folded with...
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